Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.